After the cull, Zoe and I went back to her South African friends' house for the curry they wanted me to try. It is called a bunny or bunny chow. The bunny part of the name comes from the Bania caste of Indians who immigrated to South Africa to cut sugar cane. They needed a way to carry their curry into the cane field so they'd hollow out a loaf of bread and use it as a container. Samantha is a descendent of one of these cane cutters (she's half Indian) and her bunny chow was delicious.
Today Zoe, her husband Rob and I went to Rottnest Island. We got the shuttle bus to the Western part of the island to see the seals. I was expecting them to be closer but they were out on some rocks doing seal things. Then I took the obligatory quokka selfie. They really were stupidly friendly. No fear whatsoever. Quite a few of them had babies in their pouch. At the time I failed to remember that when a quokka is threatened it will throw its baby at the predator as a distraction so I missed opportunity to test it out.
There were three quokkas where this one was and a girl had one sitting with her for ages while it ate some leaves. When I went on instagram earlier the @australia account had one of her photos featured, which was really cool.
Unfortunately there was a chilly wind on Rottnest so I didn't go snorkelling or swimming.
Tomorrow I'm going to head out to Wickepin. It is where A.B Facey grew up and lived for a while. His house is out there. He is the author of my favourite book called A Fortunate Life which depicts his mostly unfortunate life. Quite a bit of his misfortune occurred around Wickepin. If you've ever heard me refer to alcohol as "intoxicating liquor" it is because that is what he calls it in that book.
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